There are days where I dream about sneaking back into your life without the management of your mom, the only problem is that you are too young for me to do that and if I wait until you are older, I feel like I would have lost so much time.
I also dream about handing you the stack of these letters and I can hardly hold in the tears the force themselves through my guard.
Life’s not what it seems,
We forget what hides
Beneath the surface:
The world that floats atop of Dreams
And the things we paint inside our heads
With colors unexpressed.
And the colors
Shine but it’s not all we see,
Strokes of love and fear,
Joy and sorrows.
And the sorrows,
Becomes the lies that light up the dark
And it’s all we begin to see until everything’s
A mess and it becomes a reason to dream.
And the Dream
That crystalized in our teens
Upon the thin layer of our eyes
Like an empty piece of glass
Stops us from seeing the rest.
Life’s not what it seems,
Let me dream,
Let me dream.
Book I Chapter I: Summary
Of the causes of improvement in the productive powers of labor, and of the order according to which its produce is naturally distributed among the different ranks of the people.
What is the division of Labor?
Work separated into a number of tasks, each performed by a different person or group of people.
The consequences of the division of labor are:
1.) increase the dexterity in every particular workman
Increases the quantity of work of a laborer by reducing one’s work into a simpler operation
Roles can be subdivided into simpler tasks
Allows an employee to develop a proficiency at a specific task
2.) Save the time which is lost passing from one species of work to another
It is less efficient to have a person preform multiple tasks
Ex. A person who is harvesting cotton, then spins it and weaves it will spend more time than having individuals who are designated to harvest, spin, and then weave because they would have to switch between different species of work.
3.) Machines which facilitate and abridge labor, and enable one man to do the work of many
Replace the human where a machine is capable of doing the work to increase efficiency
Reflection: manufacturing jobs can there for be reduced to nothing if the entire process is automated; however, the jobs for engineering, software and maintenance/technicians would increase requiring more education and skill from the work force.
There are times when I want to give up, because its much easier that way, but I know I cannot, no matter how tempting it is to lay down and surrender to the world. But, I also know in this life, I’ll forever be myself, I’ll forever be poor man, even if I accumulate wealth, because I am missing you, and without you my life is cold and desolate.
I am building my life on a ridged, jagged frame, using the fractured, broken pieces I have poorly secured. This is the foundation, you are having your life built on; baby girl, I am so ashamed that I have placed you in such a disadvantaged. You are against the world, and you will be the one to repair the abhorrent world I have given you. Hopefully, you will be able to reach for so much more and the challenges in the poorly built world and family will only make you stronger.
I saw the movie La La Land and I was surprised to see that she happened to have the same name as you. It was cute and made me think of putting you in acting and singing classes.
More importantly, it insisted some feelings, complex ones, that I didn’t really understand, and I wanted to say something to my girlfriend who was tired from work, but each time I went to speak, I couldn’t really find the right words to say. Both tired, I walked her to her front door some time around midnight, and I hugged her so tightly, as if I was going into battle and may never see her again (Today was my last weekend before school starts again). Not only that but we were talking about things that made me feel faltered and insecure. sometimes I get the feeling like we may not last and we will just end up being friends.
Life is just complex and sometimes you’ll lose someone you love without losing the hopes and the dreams and the aspirations and, most importantly, the love that came with them.
I am not a perfect person; I know I am a fool. And sometimes I want to go to a place that I could imagine a home to be, I just want a reprieve from all of this pain and suffering I am enduring, a small chance to make it into life and to bring you with me. But I know that will never be the case, so I am fighting with such voracity, until I am broken. But even when I feel broken and shattered and I cannot handle the pain, I wince and move on and endure until something is done and I can push through this bullshit.
I am not going to stop, even if the gods smite me, and in the end hopefully everything will mean something.